cats

I got mine from the local petsmart that a rescure was operating out of. They had like a small area where they have a few cats that they displayed for adoption and my cat was the one that rolled around in the cage and exposed her belly so that's the one I adopted.

ikr? I have a friend who literally sold a cat in return for chickens.

I used to have an automatic feeder that we left outside. We had all the forest cats knowing the time of day and visiting us. And we got regular long-term residents.

We always go to the shelter and bring home whatever they have left over.

My manager has kittens she wants to get rid of but doesn't know how. They are weened and driving her crazy. I told her to put them in a box and take them to the nearest big box store and sell them for $5 each. She doesn't think it will work.

Of my current 3 cats:

• 16 year old queen of the house, the best lapdog of all time, gotten from a shelter 13 years ago along with her bother (very recently deceased)
• 13 year old from the same shelter, dumped on us when daughter moved out of the country with limited notice and didn't care where said cat ended up. Horrible bitey monster, but not letting her die on the streets or in a shelter
• 1 year old who wandered up to my back door in October, starving and quite obviously pregnant about a week or two after we started feeding her. Now sleeping on HER ottoman in the front of the house, very content

Every single cat I've had as an adult has been from a shelter, a stray or the product of a stray.

As the owner of a very opportunistic cat this is dangerous advice. Don’t steal my cat just cause he wandered into your house to accept some of your food.

One morning a few months after our first cat died I opened the door and there was a dirty, tailless cat with a long hairless scar running over his hips and wearing a blue bowtie. He put one paw up on the stoop, looked up at me and very politely asked, "Mrow?" So of course I said "Come in Sir"

Turned out his name was in fact Sir, and he'd fled from the kittens he'd sired. He was our little deadbeat baby.

So my partner and I "picked" our cat in that we went to a shelter and looked at different cats. But what really happened is our now cat saw me, meowed, and aggressively rubbed on me when we opened the cage. The attendent was shocked because she never liked anyone touching her before

So really even when you get a cat the cat still picks you

This is how cats became pets in the beginning of time. Since they were killing mice, we just allowed it.

All but one I fostered, then ended up adopting.